Triggers: Possible non-consent, stalking, chasing, some vulgar language, rough intercourse, forced breeding.
I pull out the paper map I grabbed at the ranger station on the way in. I was warned there wouldn’t be any cell service, and true to their word, I haven’t had a single bar of service since I set foot on the trailhead. I also haven’t seen a single person. I knew, despite being recognized as one of the most beautiful waterfall hikes in the country, that it was also one of the least visited due to its rough terrain and some apparent ‘danger.’ But I never expected it to be this quiet.
I’ve been hiking the trail for just under 2 hours and haven’t seen a person or heard a sound, and I’m starting to wonder if maybe I went off trail at some point. Holding the map out wide in front of me, I turn it one way, then the other, trying to get my bearings about me. I look to see if any marks on the map match my current location or at least the near vicinity I could be in, but really it’s not very helpful. A tree, a path, a turn. Great, that’s literally the entirety of the forest. Super helpful map.
I grab my phone out of my pocket, hoping maybe I’ll actually have some service, but not even the “SOS” indicator is displayed in the corner. I’m not even sure what that means, but I assume it means I’m well and truly fucked. Well, at least I can find my way back when I need to. The map might not be helpful, but my memory still works pretty well. Doesn’t matter though, because I’m not going back. Not until I’m floating under a waterfall in a pool of chilly water.
I continue to trek on, following whatever barely traveled path I’ve been following this whole time. Observing the dim light under the dense forest canopy. There’s an eerie silence, but my horror-loving mind is relishing in the spookiness of it all. Until the ruffling of branches nearby pulls my attention off the trail. The last thing I want to encounter is a large cat or bear. I pull out my bear spray just in case, and rest it in my hand as I keep going.
If the map is correct, I should be coming up to the waterfall within half a mile, but I still can’t hear the sound of rushing water. Speculation tickles my senses. If I’m not near the waterfall, where am I? Continuing along the trail, relief washes over me when I don’t hear suspicious sounds anymore. Better yet, I finally detect the sound of water rushing over the side of a mountain into what I only imagine is a pool of glistening, crisp water. I can even feel a slight drop in the temperature from the cool mist of moving water nearby as it humidifies the air.
But my excitement is quickly replaced with the feeling of apprehension that something is watching me. I become even more determined to get to the water. Cats don’t like water, right? I pick up my pace to almost jogging, careful not to twist an ankle. The moment I see the water, I quickly rid myself of my pack, bear spray, and clothes. Stripping bare naked so that I have dry clothes to wear on my trek back.
I don’t even test the water before I dive straight in. I probably should’ve kept the bear spray on hand, but if I’m going to die, this is as beautiful a place as ever to take my last breath. I’m halfway to the waterfall, directly in the middle of the pool, when I finally turn around to look at the source of my fright. Only to see a squirrel sniffing around my stuff. It can probably smell the trail mix I haphazardly shoved in the side pocket of my pack after my latest nosh.
I was so focused on watching the squirrel battle with my backpack while lazily drifting towards the waterfall, I nearly came out of my skin when a force came crashing down on my head. The cool rush of powerful water splashed over me, blurring my vision and pushing me almost shoulder depth under the water. I hadn’t realized how close I was to the waterfall, but now that I was here, the squirrel and its struggles had been all but forgotten. It could steal every last bit of food for all I cared; the cool rush of water and the massaging pelts were the only things that mattered.
I closed my eyes and let all my stress and worries wash away with the current. There was something so magical and cathartic about fresh water. Not like swimming in a pool full of chemicals and who knows what else. This is a connection to nature that my soul craves. A soft song playing around me, composed by the sounds of nature, more beautiful than anything humans could create.
I’m not sure how long my eyes were closed, and my thoughts were drifting, but as I opened my eyes, darkness was starting to settle along the trees. Darkness that wasn’t caused by the canopy; rather, it was caused by the fading Sun. I could hardly see inches in front of me. Slowly, I began to swim towards the direction where I entered the pool. My feet pushed out behind me to gain momentum forward, but instead of gliding through the smooth water, I kicked at something firm.
“Careful,” a man’s deep voice trembled over the water and through my body. Common sense told me to take off as fast as I could; instinct told me it’d be a pointless endeavor; curiosity took over, and I turned back towards him. Speaking before thinking, “Maybe you need to be careful.”
He laughed, deep, sensual, dark, all man and all sex. I can’t even see him, and I’m already wet from more than the natural pool and flowing waterfall. Obviously, this man was trouble, and I needed to override my faulty reptilian brain and get the hell away from him. I kicked off again, not giving a shit if I kicked him. But he just snagged my ankle and pulled me close to him. “I said,” his voice deep and dangerously close to me, “careful, Pixie.” Pixie? What the hell kind of name is that! “Let me go!” I attempted to punch at his chest, but I couldn’t get any momentum with my arms under water. With his other hand, he grabbed my wrist, leaving me with a single hand to tread water. I have one leg and one arm free, and I’m struggling to keep myself above the water.
It doesn’t seem to faze him, though, as he pulls me infuriatingly close. So close I can now see his face, his fucking ruggedly beautiful face, his close-shaven dark beard, his thick dark lashes fanning over his dark eyes as he looks down at me. How is he so much taller than me when we are under the water?
My thoughts are interrupted as his breath, warm across my skin, brushes down my neck. “What are you doing in my pool, Pixie?” “My name isn’t Pixie, you prick.” “Oh, so you’re interested in my prick, huh, Pixie.” Completely affronted, I couldn’t even believe he said that. “No.” I didn’t say it with nearly as much agitation as I intended. As a matter of fact, I said it feebly, and I was embarrassed with myself. But my embarrassment quickly gave way to shock as he pressed himself into my thigh, and I could feel his hard length against my leg.
“That wasn’t a very convincing ‘no’, Pixie.” My breath hitched, but I didn’t move; I didn’t try to pull away. My body was betraying me, and my mind wasn’t doing much better because I could feel both of them conspiring against me in favor of this man. Fucking traitors. I know he could feel it too because the tension grew along with the temperature of the water around us. His demeanor switched from playful to something else entirely.
He ran the tip of his nose, damp from the water, along my neck. Inhaling deeply. Pausing at the cuff of my ear. “Pixie, I’m like a wild animal, and you’re my prey. I’m going to let you go, but you need to back away slowly because if you try to run, I will chase you, and I will win. And when I do, I will devour every inch of you until I’m satiated. Which I can promise you will be a very, very long time from now… if ever.” Was it a threat or a promise? I had no idea, but my body reacted with excitement and anticipation.
He slowly released me, his fingers lingering with a warning to go slow. He was wild, and I was intrigued. But did I want to play? I backed away slowly, just as he had warned me to. My eyes trained on his with a fierce contact that went far beyond the irises of our eyes. I could see the muscles in his shoulders and jaw twitch as he was fighting with himself not to come after me. A war I realized I wanted him to lose.
I could feel the twinkle in my eye the moment I chose my fate. The second I decided not to play it safe but to let the predator hunt me and claim me as his victim. As his prey. He could see it too; it was almost like he was no longer human. His eyes became black pools, his face darkened, his whole body appeared to change form. It wasn’t even seconds before he was charging at me. I was barely even able to register his speed; he moved so quickly.
I should’ve known better; I should’ve waited, but luckily, I was mere feet from the shore. I scrambled my way onto land, almost face-planting onto the rocky shore, but I caught myself. Quick determination had me grabbing my shoes and nothing else. As I ran, I pulled them on to my feet, thankful I wore hiking sandals instead of my boots. Branches whipped my naked body as I ran deeper into the dark woods, unsure of where I was going.
He was close, really close; I could hear him and feel him. I’m not sure how, but I already felt connected to him on a visceral level. Like we were a destined match, prey and predator, and I wondered if this was how it felt in nature throughout the animal kingdom. If humans became so far removed from ourselves that we lost our instinct, our animalistic need. The thought alone caused a need between my thighs.
A need I shouldn’t be thinking about because I’m not sure I was ready for the game to be over yet. I could still hear the waterfall, so I knew I hadn’t made it very far when I saw a cabin glowing with soft light in the distance. For a brief moment, I thought I had found a safe haven to hide, but I realized abruptly that it was probably his home. That’s why he called it his pool, because I was in what he considered his backyard. That territorial beast. A thought that made me desire him even more. That made me want to be claimed by him, become his.
The distracting thoughts cost me, because he had me under him on the rough forest floor before I even realized he’d caught up to me. It was then that I noticed he was fully nude as well. And his hard prick was pressed against me again. “I warned you, Pixie.” His voice was a deep timber vibrating through my whole body.
His large, calloused hand slid down my body between my breasts, over my stomach, settling as it cupped my pussy. I could feel his breathing deepen as he began to slide one finger along my wet pussy. A deep growl rumbled from his throat as he pushed a thick finger inside me. At the exact moment he pushed inside me, he dropped his head between my shoulder and jaw and bit, hard. Hard enough I’m pretty sure he drew blood. As he held on with his teeth, he started to pound into me with his finger. His other hand threaded in my tresses; he yanked my head to the side, further giving him more access to my neck as he sucked what I could only imagine was my blood seeping out of the wound he gave me.
He pushed in a second finger, releasing my neck and hair, lifting himself over me. His eyes traveled down my body, fixing on where he was joining our bodies together. “I’m going to fuck you, Pixie, and I won’t be gentle.” A moan escaped me as desire flooded my senses. “Yes, please… You fucking prick.” I honestly don’t know where the brazen sass came from, but he laughed so deeply, so genuinely, that every part of me melted. This man wasn’t some wild monster; he was … so much more. “Oh fuck, Pixie, I think that little attitude needs to be fucked right out of you.” An audible moaning whimper radiated from deep within me, and the sound obviously did something to him because he had his hard prick lined up at my wet hole in less than a moment. His jaw tense, his eyes dark, arms flexed on either side of me.
With one quick punishing thrust, he was buried deep in me. This strange mountain man and me, wild on the forest floor, abiding by our most natural of instincts. Nothing else mattered. Any cathartic release I felt from the waterfall paled in comparison to this feeling. To the release of letting nature determine my mate. As we found our rhythm, he pounded into me with relentless vigor. The pain of the underbrush cutting my back further intensified the physical passion.
Just as I was getting close to release, he raised his hand and slapped it down on my clit. I let out a scream so powerful a nearby flock of birds bolted into the sky. An explosion within me shot out from directly where he hit, my orgasm flooding me harder than I have ever experienced. But it didn’t stop; his thick, strong fingers began circling my sensitive clit with a demanding onslaught. The waves of my orgasm came one after another after another until my arousal started squirting from my core, forcefully. He didn’t stop pounding his prick into me even as my wet ejaculate sprayed over the front of his body. If I wasn’t so far gone, I’d even swear he started pounding into me harder, his prick getting harder, everything becoming more animalistic.
But I was so far gone, the minutes seemed to blur together. Vaguely, I could feel as he reached his arms under me, still buried deep in me, wrapping my legs over his shoulders and lifting me into him. He pressed me against a nearby tree, holding my folded body, his arms a barrier between my back and the rough bark. My languid head bobbing back and forth as I struggled to hold it steady with the forceful fucking. It’s like he’s become even more animalistic himself, pounding his hard prick into me, ruthless and unrelenting. His own sounds and grunts filled my body with more of my own need.
He continued to fuck me hard until his pace became frantic and merciless. Squeezing me into his own body, deeper, harder. Until he pushed himself into me so deeply it’s like he is trying to bury his entire body in me. His forceful cum shooting into me on his deep, thundering grunts. He pushed deeper and deeper into me, and I could feel the spasms of his orgasm even as he came down from his release.
He continued to hold onto me. Slamming his lips on mine, forcing my mouth to part for his. His tongue wrapping itself around my own. He kissed me passionately and possessively. Holding me folded in his arms. My arms wrapping around him. He growled appreciatively as I pulled him closer. Lifting me away from the tree, he slowly pulled himself out of me, every inch a tease against my sensitive, thoroughly used hole.
Reaching one hand between us, he shoved two fingers deep into me. “You’re keeping my cum in you, all of it, now, when you’re pregnant with my child, and forever afterwards.” No room for argument, not that I had one. This man claimed me here in nature, and I’ll remain his forever. He walked us back to the cabin, which I correctly identified as his, my body still folded against his. Setting me down on the bed in the one-room cabin. My consciousness fading as he walked away, before coming back to wipe me down with a warm towel as I fell into a deep, satisfying sleep.
